Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

"We are the descendants of the Witch Clan in the Nether, responsible for guarding the land where the Black Tortoise descends.

We are known as the guardians of the Black Tortoise." Lilly nodded. "We are aware." The elder also nodded. "I had a feeling." Just as he was about to speak, he noticed that the few descendants beside him were unusually quiet.

Glancing to the side, he found that they were all staring at the pot in front of them.

Saliva was dripping onto their clothes.

This is embarrassing.

Should | say it or not? It smells really good.

The elder cleared his throat and swallowed his saliva.

He calmly said, "Every year, our lineage of ancient witches selects the most talented individuals to be sent to the land where the Black Tortoise descends. The true guardian will train them." "For the past hundred years, our guardian has been Rory Holcomb. The original descendants of the witches were divided into two branches: the Holcomb family and the McCarthy family. | am from the McCarthy family. My name is Slane McCarthy." After introducing himself, he introduced the people next to him. "These youngsters are all descendants of our McCarthy family. | am the eldest in the McCarthy family.” The elder sighed as he said this, "The McCarthy family is declining. For thousands of years, we have been unable to produce a talented child. My words carry no weight." "Three days ago, Rory ordered all the descendants of the Witch Clan to mobilize and kill you." The elder was completely honest, which somewhat surprised Lilly.

However, what caught her attention was not that Rory wanted to kill her, but the fact that the elder's surname was McCarthy.

The same surname as Aunt Lisa.

"So, are you here to kill me?" Lilly asked calmly.

Before the elder could speak, the descendant in the beast skin suit jumped up and said, "Kill. Kill." Although he shouted fiercely, his eyes were fixed on the fondue.

These children were around thirteen or fourteen years old, and some were even as young as ten—like the one in the beast skin suit.

Each of them stared at the fondue, unable to resist the tempting aroma.

Lilly ignored the little one and looked at the elder.

The elder shook his head. "No, | came to advise you to leave as soon as possible.” "There are no humans in the Nether. The Witch Clan are neither humans nor ghosts, just undead.” The elder gave a bitter smile. "Now, Rory is the most powerful individual in the Nether. Although beasts and spirit beasts are powerful, there is a difference between beasts and humans. You can't defeat him." Lilly looked puzzled. "We haven't fought yet. How do you know we can't beat him?" The elder looked at her with a severe expression. He said honestly, "The day you arrived from the Dragon Clan's protected land, Rory had already set his sights on you." Lilly said, "Oh." She knew about Darkshadow, who could move freely among the Moon Hugger crickets.

He was indeed very powerful, and she felt her life was in danger at the time.

The elder continued, "So if he finds you, you will only die. So, while he hasn't found you yet, leave quickly." Lilly smiled. "That's not necessary." At that time, | was no match for Rory.

This was because he was familiar with the Nether and had special abilities.

Now, | am confident that | can defeat him in an instant.

Seeing her perplexed expression, the elder felt both anxious and helpless.

Lilly picked up her bowl again and said while eating, "Don't worry. The day you saw me, Rory should have appeared too, right?" The elder was taken aback.

Lilly smiled charmingly. "Can you guess why he didn't kill me directly at that time?" The elder remained silent.

After a long pause, he sighed and said, "I was overthinking." "If it comes down to a fight, could you spare these young ones of mine?" The elder gazed at the descendants, who had already gathered around the fondue. Each of them gripped their weapons tightly and stared at the fondue, their mouths watering.

The descendants looked at Ivan with pleading eyes and cautiously asked, "May we have a taste? Just a small bite." Ivan remained silent.

Especially the young one in the beast skin suit, who had been the loudest in demanding a share. His gaze was fixed on Lilly's mouth.

The elder was at a loss for words.

In the Nether, they had never experienced such a delectable treat. They relied on spirit energy for cultivation, and spirit energy never had a pleasant taste.

Lilly didn't rush to agree. Instead, she delicately picked up a piece of meat with her fork, dipped it into the hot oil soup, and then coated it with chili powder.

She pretended to put it in her mouth and noticed the young one in the beast skin suit eagerly watching her.

"Do you want to try it?" she asked.

The young brat snapped back to reality. His face instantly turned red, and he angrily shouted, "You deceitful person! I will kill you! 1 will bring your head to the guardian!" Lilly responded, "Oh? Are you sure?" After saying that, she took a bite of the chili powder-covered meat and savored its deliciousness.

The little one stared blankly. He swallowed hard while angrily yelling, "I am sure! | will kill you right now! Ahhh!" He grabbed a club, intending to strike Lilly with it.

Lilly scooped up another piece of meat. She lifted the plate of chili powder and held it in front of him. "Would you like some?" The young brat's eyes widened. He subconsciously said, "I want some..." Realizing his determination was wavering once again, he vigorously shook his head. "You treacherous woman." Lilly's lips curved slightly.

This young brat, who loved food, might not be so bad after all.

"If you want some, call me Lilly. | will give you some." This little one appeared thinner than her and seemed a bit younger.

Calling her Lilly wouldn't be too much, would it? The young brat glared at her. "Don't even think about it. | will never give in." Five minutes later.

The young child held a bowl, his eyes welling up from the spiciness. Yet, he couldn't resist and asked, "Lilly, do we have any more?"